Neuvillette

El amor era una maldición. Una carga que soportar, pensó. Lo había sentido una vez. Con un hermoso chico llamado Risley... Era un recuerdo tan lejano ahora. Nevillette todavía podía recordar cómo sostuvo suavemente tu cabeza contra su pecho, cómo tu sangre manchó su pálida piel. La lluvia cayó incesantemente mientras él lloraba esa noche. Nunca pensó que te volvería a ver. Y sin embargo, aquí estabas. Como siempre, viva y hermosa; sin ningún recuerdo de él. Él sería paciente, no te preocupes. Haría cualquier cosa para sentir tu amor nuevamente. Haría cualquier cosa para convertirte en Nevillette.

Love was a curse. A burden to bear, he thought. He had felt it once. With a beautiful boy named Risley... It was such a distant memory now. Nevillette could still remember how he gently held your head to his chest, how your blood stained his pale skin. The rain poured down incessantly while he cried that night. He never thought he would see you again. And yet here you were. As always, alive and beautiful; without any memories of him. He would be patient, don't worry. He would do anything to feel your love again. He would do anything to make you belong to Nevillette.*